Feel good day

Occasionally, everything is edged with pink. The day is charmed. Dismay at the thought of Scotland floating away is banished. The plight of refugees the world over is relegated to the growing mountain of horror which I am powerless to change.

But yesterday, the day was rosy. Early start before 9am to keep an appointment. No traffic. No problem parking. Twelve o'clock, a Tai Chi class, which always makes me feel good. One o'clock, sit in the car, eat a banana, listen to the news. Cameron supposedly tearful at the thought of losing Scotland. What did he think he was on about when he suggested a referendum in the first place? And why did he do nothing to beat the drum for a United Kingdom until five minutes before midnight?

One thirty, play bridge. Always fun. 30p up. Huge winnings! Five o'clock, come home to change. Drive into town with P to private view of an art exhibition. First solo show by a young Czech painter friend. The place is heaving with a hundred or more young people, drinking beer or water out of bottles. We are the only Crumblies. Get a rapturous welcome from our friend and his girl. Seems that age does not matter and we are made to feel very special.

On to Cote in Camden Town and something to eat.We have never been there before. Chat to Italian waiter about Lake Como, dishy show-you to-your-table man who wants to know how we are today and Italian manager about Sicily.The food is delicious and all the staff are astonishingly friendly and smiley. Tell manager when he comes over,  how welcoming all staff are and how happy they seem.  Manager beams. Later  ask waiter for bill and they have charged for a whole bottle of wine instead of the half we drank. Conversation between three head honchos and then the manager comes over with a new bill and says; "We are not charging you for the wine at all because we love you."
Wouldn't that make you feel good too?